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A Substitute to Your Monthly PoT Desires

Presenting "New Prince of Tennis Another Court," a fanfic created by yours truly. Why did I decide to make this? Pure boredom, and it was partly inspired by Fayte's story. Basically, I did this for the fans, to give you guys something to muse over while you wait every month for the real stuff.

To sum it up, this story is more or less an alternate story; a re-telling of the battle against the first stringers, since that's what we really care about. Although it's heavily based on the manga, you can read how my story differs and judge whether I made good choices or not. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy. In advance, let me say that my writing may not be up to par, as it's literally been ages since I've wrote fan-fiction. Also, the dialogue is mostly based on the original Japanese dialogue from the manga and my personal translation. And lastly, while I know this is merely fan-fiction and is in no way canon to the original story, I do guarantee that you guys will find the re-tellings that this story has to offer interesting to say the least. I'll do my best to give as much characters screen time and development as possible; even ones you'd never see coming.

It seems that it was just yesterday that the fifty talented middle school tennis players of Japan were accepted into the U-17 camp. After being split up into a group of winners and losers, the middle schoolers surmounted harsh trials and improved in their own ways. It is now that they must test their might against the U-17's very best, the overseas representative group: the first stringers.

"That month we were away from the camp was fun while it lasted."

Driving through the mountains was a small coach bus, clearly owned by the U-17 and made for the purpose of the All-Japan Junior Tennis Team. Inside that bus were the twenty first stringers, eager to remind the training camp who was really in charge.

"Think the 2nd-String guys stepped their game up? It'd suck if we got the rug pulled from right under our feet, especially after all the techicalities that goes into our training."

The bus came to a stop in front of an iron gate, as it seems that the gate, which is usually automatically opened after confirmation from the U-17's central AV room, did not open. In other words, the first stringer's arrival was not being tended to. One of the first stringers, a tall, slender young man with a snapback cap with the brim turned all the way to the back, stepped off the bus and opened the gates himself. This man was Kōyō Akiba, high school senior, number 20 of the U-17's representatives.

"No greetings, it seems."

Inside the bus, a young man with white hair and glasses sighed.

"I'll set up an appointment with the coaches about this later," said Ikuto Kimijima, a high school senior and number seven of the U-17's representatives.

"Don't think too hard about it, the 2nd-Stringers are just running away with their tails between their legs, don't you think?" asked Rikiya Ban, the muscular number 13 of the U-17.

Kōyō, not wanting to stay on the bus thinking about it with his teammates decided to take matters into his own hands and leave them.

"I'll go on ahead and see what's going on myself."

He walked along the path of trees until he reached an empty court. Well, empty except for one figure who was standing with a tennis ball and a racket at the ready.

"Welcome back, Akiba."

"Irie . . . It's just you."

Back on the bus, two young men, clearly twins, stood up out of their seats. These were the Mutsu Twins, Yūho and Yūma.

"I can hear the sounds of tennis balls-"

"-Not too far from here."

"They way they can continue each other's sentences like that always freaks me out," said Rikiya.

"That's the mental connection between 'twins'. It's said that the bond between twins are many times greater than that of normal siblings," said another player on the bus. This one had a scar on his head, and sat behind Rikiya. This was Danji, number 12. "The bond between siblings is powerful. Venus and Serena Williams are probably the most famous sibling doubles duo in tennis history, and they aren't even twins. But the Mutsu twins, a bond like theirs makes them a terrifying doubles pair."

"I'd say their willing to greet us at the courts," said a built player with a mohawk, a Watanabe Duke, number three of the U-17.

"All right, then. Everyone from 11-20, go have some fun. When you're finished, meet up on Court 16!" exclaimed the white-haired, bearded man who was clearly the leader of the bunch.

Back at the U-17, the participation list for the matches against the first stringers had been confirmed, and to the middle schoolers surprise, they weren't chosen to play.

"What gives?! Why aren't any of us playing?! We had great win records!" shouted an angry Kirihara.

"No . . . " said a shocked Shiraishi. "There was one middle schooler that got chosen, it seems."

That middle schooler was none other than Seīchi Yukimura.

"Oh? Some junior high school brat somehow ended up in the mountains. Do you really know where you stand right now?" asked the 1st-stringer who donned corn-rows in his hair, Tetsuhito Fuwa.

"Shall we begin?" confidently asked Yukimura.

"There's a price to pay when facing us, boy. I'll give you . . . "

At that moment, Fuwa pulled out a bandana and tied it around his eyes.

". . . a nice handicap."

Elsewhere, numbers 11-20 had just defeated their opponents. Ban and Rikiya had just finished beating Nakaguchi and Shinobu, both good players in their own rights, into the fences. The Mutsu Twins had just finished defeating Washio and Suzuki, as their Synchro efforts did not prove to be enough.

Between Yukimura and Fuwa, the game began, as the two continued their rally.

"You're not bad," Fuwa said as he prepared his forehand, "but . . . "

Fuwa's shot made it past Yukimura.

"You're still at the middle-school level."

"Amazing. He's been playing as if his health was in top shape all this time. However, I've realized, and it's begun. The Yips have started taking effect," Yukimura thought.

"It's strange," Fuwa let out.

"Hm?"

"Even with this blindfold on, somehow, for the longest while, I've been feeling as if I'm 'naturally blind' right now. I'm 'nervous,' about something. Even my grip on the racket is loosening. Is this your doing, boy?"

"He realized?! But, how? Before, the Yips always crept up on my opponents, slowly but surely. But he's been rallying with me for this long as if nothing's happened!"

"I've played tennis with people like you before. Frightening people who impose some kind of internal damage on the body itself, as if you pressure my whole nervous system into shutting down. The Yips, they call it?"

Yukimura was shocked. This was the first time someone had identified his ability with such calm fashion. Suddenly, his grip on his racket began to loosen.

"There are people who can have that effect all over the world. That guy Tokugawa has been known to do it sometimes. In fact, I can probably do it too," Fuwa pondered as he delivered a smash into Yukimura's court.

"For a middle-schooler to pull it off, however, is pretty impressive. But then again, you cannot hear my compliments, can you?"

Yukimura's body shook in fear, as he was now stricken by his own Yips. Fuwa then took off his blindfold.

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As Danji and Rikiya scorned their fallen opponents, they noticed someone hiding behind the trees. Or rather, two people.

"You there, hiding in the shadows of the trees. How long have you been watching?" Danji asked.

It was none other than Kawamura and Kabaji, standing with eyes eager to take on the first stringers.

"Oh? You wish to take us on with that determination?" asked Danji.

They all set up on the tennis court in their appropriate positions and began the doubles match with Kawamura taking the first serve.

"BURNINGGGGGGGGGG!!!!"

Elsewhere, a helpless Kintaro had already began to play against the twisted number 14 of the U-17, Izō Hakamada, and things were not looking good for him. Kintaro stood there panting, with one eye closed as blood from his head began to trickle into his left eye.

"What a jerk! I can't . . . see his serve!" exclaimed Kintaro.

"Keep your eyes . . . " said Izō as he tossed the ball into the air, " . . . on the birdie!"

His serve's follow-through left his body crouching on the floor in a strange position, and the ball seemingly disappeared.

"Vanish!"

"Where the heck did it go!? It just up an' vanished!!"

Suddenly, Kintaro's face was smashed in by what could have only been described as a beam originating from the ground.

Yukimura was now running around the court having trouble hitting the ball, as he had never had his Yips ability turned on him.

"If you can't handle this, you aren't ready for the Grand Slams!"

Fuwa then shot his final forehand into Yukimura's court. Yukimura was now laid out on his stomach, out of exhaustion.

"Game, Fuwa, 6-0!"

"It was a bit too soon for the middle school candidates to step out of line," said Fuwa.

In reality, Fuwa was actually the one on the ground, while Yukimura stood over him.

"But how?! What happened?! Why am I lying on the court?! Did I not beat you 6-0?"

Yukimura turned his back to the fallen Fuwa.

"You, beat me 6-0? That must have been a nice dream."

"Dream?! But, how?!"

Yukimura, who now left the court, had fallen to the ground, revealing to himself that he wasn't in good health after all.

"This is the result . . . of my newfound ability. By combining the ex-former pillar of Seigaku, Yamato's, Gene'i Yumei Utsutsu with my power to induce The Yips, it seems I am able to induce a dream-like state onto the opponent, an illusion, even. It worked, for the most part. He fell to the ground not too long after we started. When it comes to The Yips, I have no control over when and where it starts. I was lucky that he caught it so quickly . . . But, still . . . "

Yukimura's hands were shaking, as if he couldn't feel the ground beneath him. "When he reflected The Yips back on me . . . that was no dream! To think that there are other people in this camp with that ability. No, to think that that ability is nothing in the face of 'the world'. 'Gene'i Yumei Utsutsu THE YIPS . . . ' Even with it, I'm still not ready to conquer the Grand Slams . . . "

Back at the U-17's Court 16, the rest of the first stringers who were on the bus were now approaching the players and couches awaiting them. The leader, suddenly pointed his finger and singled one player out.

"Did ya' finally grow a pair yet, Tokugawaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!"

Tokugawa, whose anger naturally came to show itself in his facial expression, was helped back by Oni, who grabbed his shoulder, as if he were to say "Now's not the time."

"Ah? U-17 coaches, what is this?" he asked, "Is this a daycare now? Why are there . . . "

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Please guys, the topic of thread views is completely irrelevant. There were similiar cases before when a thread suddenly got 4 digit number of views in less than 24 hours and the world didn't stop turning. Not to mention that there are dozens of possible explanations ranging from search engine bots crawling this thread over to a bug in the actual vBulletin script. It's kinda ironic how you complain about kid supposedly spam-clicking his thread, while you're the ones who make the actual spam. 10 replies in a thread and only the first was on-topic. Views don't count as spam. Posts do

So, the morale of the story is: Who cares about thread views?

@ kid

I haven't read everything yet, but I strolled through the beginning and I liked it so far. I'll read the rest later. Keep up the work

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Spoiler: Another Genius 3: Creation of the Perfect Script! Power on Power show

As it currently stands, the middle schoolers are now playing numbers 11-20 of the first stringers. Yukimura defeated Fuwa and gained the number 11 badge. Now it's up to the rest of the middle schoolers to secure their own positions.

As he drank some tea and looked over notes filled with pages cluttered with words, Mizuki twirled the hair that was falling over his eyes, out of habit. Actually, he was nervous about something.

"According to my data, this plan should work. The Black Jersey Brigade should have the power to take the 11-20 spots. Granted, it won't be easy, but . . . "

Mizuki turned his notebook to a certain page which marked "Most Benevolent Outcomes" and actually matched up each member of the Black Jack Brigade with an opponent from numbers 11-20 of the first stringers.

"My 'data' is different from Inui's and Renji's. While finding data on our opponent is the foundation to our tennis, Inui's data is more scientifically theoretical while Renji's is more mathematical and formulatic. My data, however, is based on tactics!"

Mizuki remembered a night about four days ago when they Black Jack Brigade had called him out.

"If anyone would know the most efficient way to make it to the top of this camp, it would be you, Mizuki," said Shūsuke Fuji's younger brother, Yūta Fuji, who was also present.

"The probability of the results of us combining our data with yours and finding the easiest way to overtake the first string being successful is . . . 93%,"" said Inui as he pushed up his glasses.

"At best, 93% . . . If we take into account the true power of the first stringers, our chances are approximately 82%," followed Renji.

"So, you'd like me to come up with the 'perfect script' where the Black Jerseys become first stringers . . . And why would you trust me?" Mizuki asked with a cocky smile.

"Because out of everyone here . . . " said a deep voice in the background " . . . you are the greatest tactician," it was none other than Sanada.

What he was saying was true. Although Mizuki's tennis was pretty decent, his brain power was something to be feared. The U-17 coaches must have also noticed this, as while most of the other middle schoolers had more hands-on tennis practice, Mizuki spent more time in the classroom doing schoolwork. At first, it seemed like a coincidence that he spent more time in classes than the other boys, but then it became clear. The U-17 coaches weren't only increasing Mizuki's tennis skill; they were refining his mind as well, and then, it happened. The result of Mizuki's classroom work had showed itself that night he formulated the perfect script for the Black Jersey Brigade.

"Fufufu . . . But, of course. My 'scripts' are second to none!"

Mizuki pulled out a notebook and began writing insanely fast notes. Suddenly, the air around him changed. It was as if there were sparkles in the air floating around him. It couldn't be, but it was . . .

"This is . . . ?!" mumbled Sanada.

"The Pinnacle of Great Wisom, Saiki Kanpatsu no Kiwami!!" exclaimed everyone.

Mizuki was applying The Pinnacle of Great Wisdom, one of the three doors of the State of Self-Actualization that allows one to see how a game will play out in their mind, on paper to create his plans.

"M-Mizuki . . . ! !" Yūta thought.

"With this, my 'perfect script' will not fail . . . !"

As Mizuki finished his tea and stepped out into the sun, he thought to himself, "It's up to them now."

Kawamura and Kabaji stood on their tennis court with blood running down their bodies. An onlooker probably wouldn't believe that their injuries were caused by a game of tennis.

Kawamura, who was panting hard, took a certain stance . . .

"2 . . . 25th-Degree . . !"

Danji tossed the ball in the air and began to serve, "A futile resistance!"

He served the ball with nothing close to all his might, and Kawamura responded with,

"Hadokyū!"

He returned the shot with power equal to that of the 25th degree technique, but Rikiya returned it as if it were nothing and probably doubled the original amount of power that Kawamura gave.

"Come on, baby!!"

Kabaji now returned Rikiya's return with the exact same amount of power.

"You're joking!! He only saw my return one and mimicked it perfectly!"

"Kabaji only needs to see a shot once for it to be 'absorbed' by his body. Once he 'absorbs' it, he can send it back with the same amount of power," explained Kawamura.

Danji, however, was not impressed. "Oh really . . . Can you 'absorb' it too?"

"Huh?"

"?"

The two were confused, and before they knew it,

"Springtime of Danji!!"

Kawamura's body was blown back into the fence.

"Always remember! The body never forgets impact!" shouted Rikiya. Kabaji, however, had understood the super power shot.

"That look in his eyes . . . Do you still want to go?" asked Danji.

Kawamura began to regain his ground, "I'm sure that . . . that shot just now . . . was absorbed into Kabaji's mind."

"!!"

Danji and Rikiya were alarmed. Things were about to get serious. It was now Kawamura's service. He tossed the ball in the air and used his Burning Serve.

As Rikiya returned it, Kabaji stepped up to the plate.

"Bauu!! Springtime of Kabaji!!"

He shot Danji's Springtime of Danji right back at Danji, but to both of their surprise, Rikiya had taken the ball directly to his lower abdomen and let out a cough.

"Nice, good shot babies!!"

"Enough of this!" Danji was now prepared to return the next ball, but not with just any return.

"Summer of Danji!!!"

Before they knew it, Kabaji and Kawamura were now sky-high. All seemed hopeless for the power duo.

Just would like to add, this is where the majority of alternate things begin. Enjoy.

Spoiler: Another Genius 4: To Ascertain Genius! The Limits of One's Potential show

On a barren court where only Inui, Renji, and number 17 of the first stringers, Mitsuya Akuto, stood, a cold, calculating battle was about to ensue.

"Do you know him, Renji?" asked Inui.

"'If you want to play a match, I won't hold back.' That's what you're going to tell me, right?" said Renji.

The white-haired man with glasses smiled cheerfully. "Not at all; it's a pleasure to see you here, Renji."

"Akuto, my teacher."

Akuto opened his eyes with clear observation. "The black jersey of the revolutionaries are donned by those who challenge us to informal games to take our positions as first stringers. If you are able to defeat me, Renji, I'll gladly hand over this U-17 number 17 badge."

"Then . . . " Renji, with his racket at the ready,

"'I'll take it without holding back,'" they both said.

In another area, however, the winner's group of the middle schoolers were finished with their daily routine. A certain Fuji, however, was practicing against a wall, continuously hitting the ball. To anyone, it may have looked like regular practicing, but within the genius's mind, something brewed.

"I thought I surpassed Tezuka during my match in the Nationals, but then . . . "

He remembered his game against Tezuka in the U-17 after the shuffle match between courts 3 and 5. He was unable to even put a dent in Tezuka's Pinnacle of Perfection.

"I was effortlessly defeated!"

Dropping to the ground, he wondered, why? Even though he realized that his seriousness about tennis came through fighting for Seigaku, what was he still lacking? A love for tennis? After all, Fuji was the genius; tennis was just something he was good at. He even found a resolution for playing tennis in the most desperate of games. So what? What was making him fail to reach the level of Tezuka?

"Looks like you could use some good practice."

Fuji turned around and it was none other than the genius of Hyotei Academy, Yūshi Oshitari.

"Mind a game, real quick?" Yūshi asked.

Fuji, thinking it would be good practice, "Sure," he replied with his usual calm face.

At the court, Yūshi served, to which Fuji casually returned. What Fuji didn't realize, however was that Yūshi stepped up to the net in the blink of an eye.

"Serve and volley? You should know better than that," said Fuji.

Fuji had actually unleashed on of his later Triple Counter techniques. Yūshi realized it, but too late.

"You think I haven't realized?" Yūshi returned the actual ball, beyond the illusive no-spin ball, with a smash.

"F*S. Fake and Smash. Not the volley you wished for."

But Fuji, being the genius he is, was one-step ahead. He had already caught up to the smash near the baseline and set up another one of his deadly Counter techniques. It was none other than,

"Higuma Otoshi."

The ball soared in the air, as the lob forced Yūshi to glare up into the sky. He was about the lose the point. But, there was one thing Fuji forgot: this was the man of 1,000 techniques. In an instant, Yūshi used the Shukuchihō, the infamous stape step of Higa Middle School, to reach the baseline, and then, he leaped into the air, smashing the ball, and scoring the point.

I'd hate to sound too needy, but I'd really like to know if there are people enjoying this story. I have lots of ideas that I can go on with, but it'd be a waste if no one appreciates or at least criticizes them. I'm not writing this only for my benefit; this is for all the fans to enjoy as they wait a month for Konomi to get on with the real stuff. As anyone who has read this story can tell you, it is not exactly like the original, as there are some major differences thus far. But, I would want to know if my interpretation of the story is doing good by you guys, or not. After all, I would want it to. It's something made by the fans, for the fans, so to speak.

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He's about even with national Momoshiro, who is nowhere near high tier. Fuji IS high tier, regardless of whether or not people like him.

They don't need to play to know if player A>player B

I dunno, he is the genius of Hyotei, and he did go through the U-17's training. Plus, Fuji's not playing as well as he usually does. I think Oshitari Y. could put up somewhat of a decent fight, but then again you don't know what Fuji can do.

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Spoiler: Another Genius 5: The Birth of A New Counter! The Saint of the U-17 show

As it stood, Yūshi went on to get the first point off Fuji.

"You're too slow on the attack, Genius of Seigaku."

"Heh, not bad."

For Yūshi to use the Shukuchihō in combination with the Dunk Smash was impressive. Fuji was reminded of a time where Atobe had once performed one of his Triple Counters. Was it Muga? No, it was done out of pure skill. However, Fuji knew that even Atobe couldn't do the Shukuchihō and then follow-up with a Dunk Smash. His title of 'Genius of Hyotei' clearly wasn't for show.

"Here goes!" Yushi tossed the ball into the air again.

Fuji glared at the incoming shot, and returned efficiently with a slice. But, Yushi took note of the return and realized it wasn't just any slice.

"Tsubame Gaeshi! This is the move where the ball will drop to the ground and roll rather than bounce. In that case ..."

"Hmph!" Yushi grunted as he approached the ball before it landed and returned the shot with a backhand.

Fuji noticed Yushi's expression, which changed as he hit the backhand.

"This is ..."

Yushi always had a special trait that he would use in any form of competition. This was his poker face, the "Closed Mind." It was more or less the opposite of Genichiro Sanada's "Shadow." Rather than give off excessive habits, it hid all of Yushi's.

As Fuji rushed to the ball, before he could return it, it dropped to the ground quicker than he had anticipated.

"What?! A Sinker?!"

30-0!

"B&S - Backhand And Sinker."

"So, you've learned how to hit Sinkers, it would seem."

"Learned? More like, I've 'brought them out.' I'm called the 'Man of 1,000 Techniques,' but the true number of moves under my belt is around 432. During the Nationals, I knew how to perform about 78 techniques, but since I came here, I stepped it up a notch."

Fuji knew he was in for a challenging battle, if he continued to play the way he was playing.

"And now," Yushi tossed the ball into the air, "Huah!"

The shot was a fast return ace for Yushi.

"Technique #48: C*S*S - Continental Slice Serve."

And so, the game continued.

"Technique #21: F*P*S - Flat Passing Shot."

"Technique #193: F&B - Fake And Backhand."

"Technique #400: I*F*D*R - Indirect Flat Drive Return."

"Technique #9: Kuro Shachi."

Eventually, Fuji dropped two games, and the score was 2-0.

"Why? Why am I not playing to my full potential?!"

"Why are you fighting, Fuji Shusuke?!" Yushi shouted. "They say you're a genius, but as it stands I'm much more of a genius than you are. Is this really all ya' got?"

"... Even the evolved Triple Counters won't be enough!"

"Then again ... Even though I'm winning right now, this camp needs you more than it needs me, because everyone knows ..."

Yushi tossed the ball in the air, "... How scary the 'genius' Fuji Shusuke is!"

At that moment, it all came to Fuji. His scope was too limited. During the Nationals, he found his reason for playing in ensuring victory for Seigaku. But now, he was a part of the U-17. He wasn't just fighting for Seigaku, he was now fighting for all of the Japanese All-Stars. As he gripped his racket, a miracle happened.

" ... Is this the moment you've been waiting for? Neo-Counter ..."

"N-Neo-Counter, he said? What's he planning on doing? Will he create a new counter here and now? I mean, pushing him to the point where he would have to, that was my intention, but I didn't expect it so early!"

Fuji hit the ball, "Neo-Counter: Jet Return."

"What?" Yushi hit the ball back, but what happened was ... unspeakable. Using this counter, Fuji won the entire match in the blink of an eye. Victory, Fuji, 6-2.

"Thank you, Oshitari. Thanks to you, I've found my new resolve."

"Heh," Yushi dropped his racket, "You really are something else. He beat me using one new Counter. Jet Retun. If he manages to create two more just like that one ... He'll probably become invincible."

Fuji walked off the court with a newfound look in his eyes.

On the another court, Yanagi struggled against Mitsuya.

"Dammit!"

"That moment the data produces the victor of a match is a cold and harsh time, isn't it?"

Before he could return the next shot, Yanagi dropped his racket.

"Inui, the probability of my victory is ... 6%. But, if it's you, then the probability is about ... 33.1%."

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This chapter is good. I enjoy it. I'm guessing we didn't know what Fuji's new counter do yet?

I kind of hoping to see a more "Fuji-counter name", lol. But that's a pretty small points.

The Neo-Counter is a brand new counter technique that represents a new awakening in the genius Fuji Shusuke. Yeah, there is a total difference in how this Counter is named compared to the rest, but if I were to type it in Japanese the Neo-Counter: Jet Return would be written in Katakana as ジェット・レターン, unlike the other Counters which are written in Kanji. Katakana is used to write foreign words in Japanese, and such, and is 'relatively new' to the Japanese language. It is written and named as such to symbolize the 'progress' in Fuji's Counters, and why it is a Neo-Counter; 'new.' For instance, a swallow is something that has been around since ancient times and is seen as a free bird. A jet, however, is an invention created in modern times due to new technologies that has allowed new innovations in aviation.

All of the middle schoolers had returned except for one, who had a knack for being to last one to show up.

"Where's Kintaro?" Shiraishi had asked.

Suddenly, a loud "Right here!!!" could be heard, as Kintaro came dragging Izo over his shoulders and the number 14 badge clenched between his teeth. But then, a tennis ball with a spin so rapid it seemed to slice the air hit Izo right into his face with enough force to fling him off Kintaro's shoulder.

"!!"

It was none other than than Tono Atsukyo, the dreaded number eight.

"What is it that compels weaklings to lose their pride at the drop of a hat?" he asked with an evil grin and his sinister eyes.